Have you ever been so insecure that you could be set off by the lamest things? I don't mean moody, I mean fits of rage crazy because something reminds you how much you hate who you are. What you look like. What you think people see when they look at you. How you feel. Yeah, I used to be that girl.
In my early 20's I was so full of insecurity that I was driving myself mad. I had so much anxiety over my appearance that I missed out on a lot of social opportunities. I didn't want to subject myself (or my boyfriend) to any female whom I considered to be smaller and/ or prettier than me. I would avoid certain types of parties or gatherings based on whether or not chicks may potentially be clad in revealing apparel. I just truly couldn't handle it. When I did end up in these situations, my automatic reaction would be anger toward my boyfriend. So not cool. I didn't want to be that way, I just couldn't help it. Which just made the self loathing even worse.
I knew I had to do something but I didn't know what to do or how to do it. This self hatred continued for years.
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